Strike a Light
Swish coffee shop on swanky seaside plaza
It certainly entices, as his throat is parched
Looks right, left, and right again to cross
“Just inside here sir, table for one?”
He chooses to sit outside under plastic cover
It’s drizzling but no choice in the matter really
“Large skinny latte, shot of gingerbread”
“Suppose I’ll get ripped off" he mutters
Now, the real reason for his beverage stop...
Hand reaches almost radar like, into side pocket,
everyone knows why he fumbles
A nervous, shaky hand pulls out the paraphernalia,
tobacco, paper, roller, lighter
Both hands now tremble during the procedure
Was it really only an hour since the last stop?
That was a ‘quickie’ outside Tesco, cheap fags
from a packet, in another pocket, concealed.
Same cause, lesser affect.
Even as he looks at the skull and crossbones
The addiction is too strong for the harrowing
messages to ever register. Hooked in this fight.
Strike a light
The Urban Poet 2020